| Do not see the closed sims of tall houses
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| Fog through down the street in the middle of the lights
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| Do not see women from spike heels to the edge of the wig worry
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| No cars rotting around the city
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| Not every man in his car has his desires broken
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| Filled empty ends sunken to the bottom
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| Everyone is better off somewhere than where they are
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| People just change places
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| The power is endless
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| Here I stand, at this corner of the street, and I wonder that
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| Why does one want to go to another beach and the other wants to be a ferry
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| He somehow slammed himself past the piano holding the wall upright
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| The people of Kapaka keep the piano upright
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| The man sat down and saw from one table to another
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| Saw a woman who made the heart of a man pressed into the blade of a knife
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| I got a fire from tobacco
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| As the woman left, she looked after him
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| Here I stand, at this corner of the street, and I wonder that
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| Why does one want to go to another beach and the other wants to be a ferry
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| Here I stand, at this corner of the street, and I wonder that
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| Why does one want to go to another beach and the other wants to be a ferry
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| Here I stand, at this corner of the street, and I wonder that
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| Why does one want to go to another beach and the other wants to be a ferry
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| Here I stand, at this corner of the street, and I wonder that
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| Why does one want to go to another beach and the other wants to be a ferry
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| Here I stand, at this corner of the street, and I wonder that
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| Why does one want to go to another beach and the other wants to be a ferry
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| Here I stand, at this corner of the street, and I wonder that
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| Why does one want to go to another beach and the other wants to be a ferry
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| Here I stand, at this corner of the street, and I wonder that
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| Why does one want to go to another beach and the other wants to be a ferry
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| Here I stand, at this corner of the street, and I wonder that
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| Why does one want to go to another beach and the other wants to be a ferry |